#and ever since tho i crave love i just feel like i have nothing to give anyone

[majormeilani]

randomly thinking about how my first bf was like significantly older than me and idk how to feel reflecting on it

#i believe i was 18 or 19 and he was 24 #it's not like the relationship was bad or anything but i felt inadequate to be able to make him happy #and i am kinda terrified of intimacy and shit so i never could do anything more than hug or hold hands #and i just felt awkward doing anything #it wasn't necessarily his fault tho i felt like i was the problem #he did have a bit of anger issues but i knew he was stressed bc i was too #and he had a troubled home life too #but idk. it was kinda a recipe for failure of a relationship #and ever since tho i crave love i just feel like i have nothing to give anyone #it just is a weird way to be ig

[ellecdc]

This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.

Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)

Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)

Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.

Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗

🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉

So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc.... poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader

CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him

“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.

Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).

Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”

Point proven. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.

“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”

“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.

“Nothing! Nothing...” yet. 

“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.

Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”

“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”

Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.

“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.” 

And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.

So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.

“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.

“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.

“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.

“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”

Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.

“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.” 

Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”

“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.

“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.

You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.

“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”

“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.” 

“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off. 

AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #barty crouch jr #bartylus #barty crouch junior #poly!bartylus #ellecdc fics #barty gate

[nahokura]

Alastor and his s/o headcanons

Warnings : Alastor in a relationship, soft Alastor, cannibalism mentions

Yeah I know Al is an ace in a hole but I have some headcanons about him, the day he'll find the good person.

(Take requests guys, I crave them 🙏)

• He is gentle with his hands, did you notice how soft he is with them? Bro is afraid to break everything he touches, he would hold your hand with care.

• He loves to cup your cheek and look into your eyes, it can be creepy sometimes tho.

• Either holds your hand or holds you by the waist.

• His smile contorts when you touch his ears or kiss him. (In a good way)

• Would definitely take you on walks, either at night or at day, it doesn't matter to him.

• Wouldn't stop keep talking during the walk, he'd fidget with his microphone at the same time, making it twirl and everything.

• Makes you twirl randomly.

• Uses "My dear", "Beloved", "Sweetheart", "Darling" as pets names.

• Lets you style his hair and touch his ears.

• His behavior wouldn't change too much, since he never really experienced love.

• Would take on his mother to show you love tho, making you Jambalaya.

• Teases you.

• Takes you to Cannibal town.

• You get along very well with Rosie, she loves you.

• Rosie gives you advices about what to gift Alastor.

• You would try and give him flowers, even if Rosie told you that he prefered human flesh.

• He wouldn't understand the offer, but he heard that gifting could be a love language.

《What's this my dear? A sunflower? Where'd you find this?》

• He'd act like it's nothing but keep it preciously.

• He hugs you.

• A lot more that you'd think.

• He always wraps his arms around your waist.

• Lifts your hand as softly and with as much care as he can and kisses your knuckles.

• It makes you blush everytime, even if it became an habit.

• You never hear him say "I love you" that much.

• Pats your head when you feel insecure.

《Don't spit such nonsense! You're perfect, don't ever doubt that!》

• You dress him up when you go to restaurant dates.

• He complains about the quality of the meat.

• You two judge people together.

• He tries his best to comfort you on your bad days.

《Don't make such an awful face, smile! It suits you much better, darling!》

• KARAOKE NIGHTS!!!

• He also sings, dramatically to cheer you up.

• Trusts you with his mic so when you're singing duos, he lends it to you.

• Actually he trusts you with all his will, with everything.

• Coming back on the "I love you" thing, I just can't see him saying it like this. I think he'd make confessions or say it in his own way.

《Darling, we complete each others, it's almost as if we were puzzle pieces, we fit perfectly with each others, the passion completing us is unbreakable.》

• He would move his hands around while saying this to be honest, gesturing everything.

#alastor #x reader #hazbin hotel #fluff #comfort #alastor hazbin hotel #headcanons #headcanon #drabble #alastor x reader

[belladonazeppole]

Rewrite The Stars

(Here is part 2 @adyophene )

It's been some long days since Lilith arrival at the hotel.

For some reason Alastor become more obsesive with Husk even dropping the fake charm sometimes and treat Husk worst but they finally have a moment just the two of them; not his ex-wife or Alastor near to hear them

Especially for what Lucifer wants to tell Husk.

'You know I want you it's not a secret I try to hide.' It feel so good finally saying it and different from the first time he ever wanted somebody.

He can see how the bartender fur bristle at his words, 'You know you want me so don't keep saying our hands are tied'' They isn't turning around, 'You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me but you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide it's on my destiny?'

Fuck destiny!

He doesn't care about fate or what anybody else has to say about them; not Lilith, the high raking demon, even less Alastor.

He make his decision.

He wanted to give love another chance.

It was the choice he make for himself.

With a hand movement he opens the portal showing the golden circus tent, 'What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine nothing could keep us apart." He starts to fly slowly while offering his hand wanting for Husk to take it.

Maybe Husk wasn't made for him but it was something they slowly build.

They weren't made for the other but it felt so right to say it.

It made sense for him.

'You'll be the one I was meant to find it's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be so why don't we rewrite the stars?' And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.'

Husk just stare at his hand, his ring gone long ago, to then look at him.

He look so tired and defeated, 'You think it's easy, you think I don't wanna run to you, yeah but there are chains and there are doors that we can't walk through.' He said trying his best in not freaking out, Husk wasn't blind about what he felt about Lucifer, he was actually happy of hearing that Lucifer felt the same.

But reality had to pop their bubble.

Husk was in chains.

Not only of chains of him.

'I know you're wondering why because we're able to be just you and me within these walls but when we go outside.' The hotel is a safe place where they could mess around but outsisd?, 'You're gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.' The sinners are brutal, not just Alastor, the moment they see in who the king of hell wants he would become more of a laughing stock.

A loser.

An old gambler.

A fucking pet.

'No one can rewrite the stars, how can you say you'll be mine?'' They weren't meant to be.

Everything and everyone wanted them to be away.

And he isn't worthy of the effort.

'Everything keeps us apart and I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you, it's not up to me, yeah. When everyone tells us what we can be and how can we rewrite the stars?' Why fight for him? Lucifer could choose anybody.

While Husk a fool that always fall for somebody out of his reach even if this time the person was offering his hand in front of him.

Lucifer was a fool for loved him.

Husk was an even more for loving again.

'Say that the world can be ours, tonight.' And like the fool he was he took the hand of the king.

Because he crave for love.

For happiness.

For freedom.

'All I want is to fly with you.'

'All I want is to fall with you.'

'So just give me all of you, it feels impossible.' Husk wanted to test the sincere love of the king even if he didn't think it was worthy, 'It's not impossible.' The conviction and determination in his eyes making, foolish, believe that they had a chance.

'Is it impossible?' He pleaded for an answer.

'Say that it's possible.' He gave hom something worse.

Hope.

And Husk took it.

The both fly for what it felt like hours but it was just seconds, 'And how do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine and nothing can keep us apart, cause you are the one I was meant to find." For those moment they gave what the other wanted.

Be loved again.

Be in the arms of other person.

Believe they're worth of love.

"It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be and why don't we rewrite the stars?'

"Changing the world to be ours." The king gave a hopefull smile but the sinner couldn't do the same.

They were so close, 'You know I want you it's not a secret I try to hide but I can't have you." Yet so far away.

'We're bound to break and my hands are chained.' A green chain appears around Husk neck and pull him down to the darkness.

#hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #husker #husk #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #royalflush #lucihusk #this end up more tragic than I imagine #like waaay worse

[monkiesimp]

Hey Hey! Could I request Marriage Headcanons for Macaque, Wukong, and Azure Lion?? You could add any characters to this if you'd like to as well! <3

THAT'S SO SWEET, YES. I tried my best so 😭 I'm sorry if I suck at this

Wukong:

- Being married with Wukong and living with him in the Flower Fruit Mountain is very nice and peaceful

- Mostly it's just the two of you, if he married you of course he'd want you to stay near him as much as possible!

- Expect cuddles all day, every day 24/7 because once he hugs you he won't ever let go.

- He never gets tired of cuddling you even if you're married and still craves for affection, he just loves it. Can you blame him? It feels so warm and comfy.

- Besides mostly being alone with Wukong, Mk does visit to train but as soon as he's done Wukong would immediately go over to you to see what you're up to.

- You and Mk get along pretty well, if he's injured you'd treat his injuries. You see him like your own son, sort of, but you really do love him! He's a good kid.

- You also bond with the monkeys on this island and they seem to like you, the monkeys even gave you a flower crown. They probably think you're their queen. Oh, well, you technically are their queen by now since you married The Monkey King.

- Seeing you bond with monkey's is the cutest thing Wukong ever saw, and seeing it every time makes him love you even more.

- Though you love being in Flower Fruit Mountain, you don't like staying there for all eternity and Wukong does take you somewhere else whenever you wish to.

- He always picks the best places to go to like 😩👌

- He just knows places very well, and every time he brings you to somewhere it's always new and it's always beautiful.

- You two use a lot, lot of sweet nicknames on each other. Like wayyyy too much.

- Macaque would have definitely tried to kidnap you to get to Wukong at one point once he met you and realized how much you meant to each other.

- But that was in the past, nonetheless let's just say Macaque didn't try to the plan twice after that.

- Overall, you two are very sweet and still cuddle every night together, Wukong got so used to it that he can't sleep without you near him.

- You two rarely ever argue, you understand each other and work your problems out.

Macaque:

- Macaque loves you very very deeply, once you two get married he just *might* be affectionate towards you in public.

- Don't get your hopes up though, he does nothing more than hold your hand, just small gestures.

- He isn't very comfortable being all snuggly in public and showing too much affection.

- But once you two are alone, he never stops holding you in his arms.

- He doesn't hesitate to cuddle you anymore like he used to in the past, now he would take first action to hold you close to him when he wants to be near you.

- He still loves to tease you and mess with you, seeing you so flustered when he teases you makes him love you even more, you're just so cute when you're embarrassed.

- Yes, you still are flustered by his teasing even when married. Have you seen this man? The things he can say and do are just... Wow.

- Mostly you do tease him back and play along but he always finds something to say that leaves you completely speechless.

- By now he told you pretty much everything about him, so you know about his six ears and his past.

- Unfortunately, you two do have arguments from time to time and it's mostly about Macaque wanting to get revenge on Wukong. You don't like it, it's almost like he's obsessed with getting his revenge more than he loves you.

- You understand what Wukong did was horrible, but is there really a need for revenge after all these years instead talking it out?

- Of course, you do end up forgiving each other but it takes some time because none of you want to make the first move to apologize.

- After LBD thing tho, it's more calmer and the arguments nearly perished away.

- Macaque would often take you with him on adventures since he travels a lot, he shows you all the beautiful views he knows of.

- You're always impressed by the views you see, each is unique and magnificent.

- During those times, it's the most beautiful times with Macaque. It always stays in your memory, Macaque always does something memorable you'd never forget.

- He gets intimative with you way too many times 😭

⚠️ S4 SPOILER ⚠️

Azure Lion:

- Ok, we all barely know about the guy so don't expect this to be good but I'll try.

- Azure would do anything and everything to make sure you always feel safe and comfortable

- He has no problems of showing affection when in public but he very rarely does it

- He's not a guy to cuddle, but if you want it and crave for it? He'd hold you in his arms as much as you need him to

- He's usually very busy and doesn't have much time to be with you, he hates it too.

- But you understand, which makes him very grateful to you.

- He rarely shows any affection towards you, so it's kinda platonic between you two most of the time - yes, even if you're married

- But he does make sure to give you enough love for you to feel happy

- You never have arguments either, if you do end up having one (it's always you who comes up with a argument lol) Azure can quickly calm the situation down and come up with a good solution to both of your problems

- Azure is a very calm lion, he's not the person to let his anger take control of him.

- If you ever want to go somewhere with him, he refuses for you to tag along because it's too dangerous, and he doesn't want you to be hurt

- You do end up being disappointed after that, but Azure always does something to make it up to you, whenever that be taking you somewhere or gifting you something.

- Though it's mostly platonic between you two, he truly does love you with all his heart and whenever he takes any action of affection towards you, you blush like crazy

- THIS MAN RARELY EVER KISSES YOU, YOU WILL BE SURPRISED WHEN HE ACTUALLY DECIDES TO TAKE ACTION

- You simp for him hard. He knows it. You don't think he notices you glancing at his body? 🤨 He loves it tho and he finds it adorable and amusing.

#azure lion x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #monkie kid x reader #x reader #lmk x reader

[lazorbeanz]

Why do you personally ship, like, or appreciate Sonamy? What got you into Sonamy? What’s your favorite moment between the two?

Why do I ship Sonamy?

Okay, ima admit it..for someone who is a diehard sonamy fan, and thinks about AND ONLY about them literally every waking second, I can not think of ONE reason why I ship them to begin with….

“So you just ship them for basically no reason WHY?!” Pretty much 😅

And I’ve seen so many other people give their really good reasons and opinions on why they ship sonamy, and I full on agree with ‘em, but as for myself, I rack up nothing…and it’s my favourite ship too I mean come onnn TwT

I’ve also had my sister ask me this same question not long ago, and all I could do was just sit there and think “Damn your life almost revolves around these 2 HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE AN ANSWER?!” I constantly beat myself up for this because I know I should 😭

And I mean, stuff like being the dynamic duo that they are, (whether in battle or not) their attitude and affection for each other evolving over time, respecting the other’s wants and needs, respecting boundaries (kinda the same thing tbh lol) , enjoying each others company, and just how the whole idea of sonamy has turned from what some people may see as “toxic” or “forced” (that might be the better word for it) from early 2000s media, to something more laid back and healthy like recent media because of all the character development over the years… etc, etc…are all fantastic reasons, and even reasons I would now apply as to why I love the ship even more…BUT they’re not the reasons I began to ship them in the first place, because these things I NEVER took into consideration when I starting doing so.

To put a long story short, I just saw pink and blue hedgies and was like, “ooooh I sense chemistry”

I feel like I could be going no where with all this. But all I’m tryna say is that I LIKE sonamy simply because of who they are…just a speedy blue boi and his hammer-wielding pink girlie. I APPRECIATE them solely because of their existence, especially in my life. They are like- one of the few things I ever look forward to these days. I SHIP them because unlike any other ship that has sonic or amy in it, sonamy just… “works” (I don’t know how to explain it but you know what I mean right??) And despite not being canon, (YET! 😏) they have got to be the closest ship to becoming canon (besides vectilla) ..unless I’m just biased :p

What got me into Sonamy?

Well, I did kinda just answer this in the previous question lol but I have to elaborate!

So yeah it started off with just seeing them 2 together and thought “I like where this is going hehe” tho tbh it never really went anywhere…because I was watching Sonic Boom at the time XD, the first piece of Sonic media I consumed since regaining an interest in the franchise. AND WE ARE NOT going back to like 2015 or 16 when I first discovered Sonic…idek what I did regarding shipping back then…I think I like shipped blaze and shadow or something OH LAWD-

Also to think that those short lived Sonamy moments in Boom didn’t even bother me in the slightest?! Present me is disgusted by such lack of interest or care! 😫

Okay okay I’m straying from the question, I’m sorry!!

There are a few things that got me hooked on Sonamy. First was definitely the tv series’. Boom, Prime and X all had adorable and wholesome moments that I could’ve almost died of cuteness from! Some of it was also hilarious too. In Sonic boom for instance, sonic and Amy would fight like a married couple lololol

Another thing (and this was the game changer) was the fanart and animatics. These became the addiction for me; one comic would lead to me reading another, which lead me to read another and so on. Or I’d find an animatic on YT and watch that and then begin scavenging trying to find more animatics to feed these cravings of sonamy I was beginning to gain all of a sudden.

And it just got worse and worse to the point I practically need a daily dose of Sonamy or I just might go feral

But I mean, how could I not?! YOU GUYS ARE SO GOSH DARN TALENTED AKJDJSJDND

Sadly now my food hath runneth dry over the months…so if any of u like come across anything sonamy pls don’t hesitate to tag me or send it to me pls I need it ajhshsjs

On top of all that, came the brainrot. My growing love for this ship and all the incredible media really sent me into a serious Sonamy delulu era. Literally almost ANYTHING can send me into deep thoughts about those 2, no kidding. I literally planned out in my head an entire story of them a couple days ago. Sometimes it’s a head canon or 2, other times just something extremely wholesome I’ll imagine them do and I’ll be deceased. Those rats live in my head rent free omg-

As I said, ANYTHING can trigger this brainrot; a song, a scene, a quote, a random object…you name it, I’ll come up with a Sonamy headcanon in relation to it.

I can’t also forget other sonic media that also boosted it like game cutscenes and IDW. Lately IDW has been CARRYING it for me with the little Sonamy moments like in the 900th adventure, #67 and other tidbits I’d find in former issues. The amount of frames I’ve seen of them hugging warms my heart waaa🥺🥺

Overall, this fandom has really impacted me and my love for Sonamy. (and sonic in general) all the things I’ve learnt and discovered have made me love them all the more because of it. My life has almost become an Sonamy aesthetic now…I am NOT joking when I tell you my PJs are Sonamy coded, and that was hardly intentional…🤣

Favourite Sonamy moment?

Arrghhh why just one?? Pretty much ANY moment involving those 2 cotton candy hedgies are bound to be my favourite!

Totally not saying this cuz I can’t pick a favourite *cough cough*

Take this, it’s the only Sonamy image I really have in my photo album rn.. (I should be in jail for this)

Its one of my favs so it counts :)

Woowee that just about covers it! Now you know all about my weird and wonderweird love for my favourite ship :D 🩷💙

#sez says #asks #answered asks #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #amy rose #Sonamy #sonic x Amy #sonic and amy

[himbo-in-limbo]

[a random head canon thingy idk cuz my I pad is charging n I can't draw rn 😞] Glamrock Bonnie/Glamrock Freddy

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I like to think Bonnie often goes off on his guitar during live performances (leaning towards it sounding like heavy metal) n often forgets he's playing for children LMAO

The kids love it regardless but the gangs like "dude again?" His longest solo was like a good 3 minutes...

He craves to have artistic freedom, I'm assuming the rest do as well tbh

Imagine hearing Freddy practicing his vocals, since we see chica shredding her guitar in her spare time I wonder if he dose the same?

I bet Freddy also likes to help whichever staff member is doing heavy lifting n he sees them struggling with the cargo n just goes "Oh please it's the least I can do! You all do so much for us, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

Also likes to help because Freddy has trouble just doing nothing...he needs to be doing something!

Or else he gets a bit antsy

Which is why he loves conversing n little tasks!

Bonnie calls the people closest to him "Carrot cake" bc he loves it sm and he loves them sm

In terms of the OG Trio I see chica being the one they protect the most like that's their baby sister to them 🥺♥️

Side note that it's a shame we don't have enough interactions between chica n Freddy in the game...

Like I wanna know if their just as close to each other as Freddy and Bonnie were

Bonnie gets excited hearing stories that the staff members tell him (if he's friends with em) about the outside world...

He LOVE'S it when they share their favorite music with him! He likes to analyze the guitar solos n usually that sneaks into the next concert hehe

He wants to go outside so bad...he often looks outside any windows and wishes he could just step outside for a bit...

This is also something I think the rest have in common.

They are happy working with the kids! They love their job! They would just like to feel the sun n quite literally touch grass...at least once!

Going back to Bonnie loving carrot cake he dose actually have a slight problem with it similar to chica...just don't leave your slice unattended with him, like a magic trick it'll disappear ✨

I like to think Bonnie originally didn't have eye liner but he saw one of the staff members have some on and he just told them "I want that! Can you put that on me?!" And ever since then it's been a part of his iconic look

Freddy laughs to hard at simple jokes like dad jokes kill him, which is why when he tells them sometimes he can't finish the joke 💀

His laugh is so cute n contagious 😭♥️

Everyone groans but they laugh at Freddy's reaction anyways

Bonnie's laugh is dorky, he snorts on occasion and the others call him out n he gets embarrassed

All in good fun of course!

If Bonnie were to blush I like to imagine that his whole face goes red like you can always tell when he's flustered hehe

Honestly I believe Freddy has that classy rizz, like he's such a gentleman, he'd court you properly is all I'm saying

As for Bonnie he's flirty, if he likes you he'll be teasing you a lot

He likes to bully his crush a tiny bit by making em all flustered, and yes he challenges you to bowling quite often!

It's his favorite bonding activity what can you do

He's such a good teacher for bowling too! Has to be for the kiddos of course!

All in all these boys have a heart of gold

They'll inspire you in some way n leave you feeling happy! And you do the same for them! Their still learning how to modify their hugging power tho!

It's strong! 🧡💙

#glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #glamrock fronnie #idk #limbo writes #drabble #fnaf sb #security breach #headcanon #im still waiting for my ipad to finish charging...

[sofifii1]

"Addiction" C. Sturniolo

pairings: Christopher Sturniolo x reader

summary: Even tho you both agreed on it, you can't help but feel like shit when Chris just leaves you after he gets what he wants.

tw: swearing, angst, arguing, mentions of feeling like being used by someone, kinda dark, sad.

ps: English is not my first language, please forgive me if there are mistakes in grammar or something. I hope you enjoy this!

You laid on your bed, back facing the ceiling as you were zoned out, looking at the one spot in your bedroom. A sudden buzz on your phone, shook you from your trans. Your eyes glint with hope and excitement as your propped yourself in your elbows and quickly grabbed your phone from a nightstand besides your bed.

You hoped to see Chris's contact photo on your screen, you haven't heard from him for ever since he informed you that he was off to his friend's party, and that he would come over after. It has been a few hours from that.

You let out a sigh in frustration and dissapoinment as your mother's contact name was splattered across the screen. You quickly typed out a respond and put your phone down, burying your face in the soft material of your pillow. As a wave of regret and naiveness washed over you.

Chris was... Well, you didn't know exactly how to describe him. You met him at the party, a few months ago. It wasn't a lie that he was incredibly attractive, you noticed that right away. What you didn't expect, was for him to actually approach you that night. You were always a quiet girl, you didn't like the attention being on you, parties also weren't your thing, your friend dragged you to this one specifically. So when Chris put his hand on your waist and started a conversation with you, you were completely in shock, which he found cute.

The conversation led from simple "What's your name? " and "How did you end up here? " to "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" very quickly. You accepted the offer easily, since you weren't used to someone just wanting to spend the night with you, you felt special. Chris whispering sweet nothing about how beautiful you looked that night, didn't help at all.

The next morning, you found yourself tangled in white bedsheets, naked, and a sleeping brunette next to you, his arms were wrapped around you. Once he woke up, the both of you agreed for this to happen again, just with no strings attached. You took a shower there and then he drove you home, he didn't let you leave before he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

It was fun at first, the sex, it was great. Not having a burden of loving someone, or any other emotions, just getting the pleasure out of it. You loved it, well, you loved it till you noticed how you started to crave his touch, his kiss, his everything, more and more. It happened so suddenly, you couldn't believe it, yet, it wasn't hard to believe really. You have fallen for a boy that only sees you as another one of the girls he fucks.

It hurt you, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't tell him, you knew he didn't feel the same way. You would just ruin everything, you would lose that little bit you get of him.

No texts, no calls, no nothing from him tonight. You knew you shouldn't care this much, but you couldn't help it. You let out another sigh as you slowly let yourself drift off to sleep while you were waiting for him.

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A loud knocks on your apartment door knocked you out of your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and reached for your phone, 1:38 AM, it read on your clock. You slowly rose up from your bed and made your way to the door. You unlocked the door, not bothering to look through the peep hole, since you could already assume who it was at this time. You swung the door open, there stood Chris, his eyes half lidded, also a little red from god knows what he took. He was wearing a simple black hoodie with grey sweatpants, yet he still somehow managed to look good.

A low "hey " could be heard from his mouth, his voice deep and hoarse, you sighed and moved to the side to let him in. He walked in slowly, stoping in the middle of your hallway, you closed the door and stood there, facing away from him.

"I'm sorry, baby " he grumbled, his voice wearing an apologetic fling in it. You didn't know what he was sorry for, he shouldn't be. You guys aren't dating, you kept reminding yourself of that. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him, his head hung low, yet it didn't help to cover the purple-yellow marks on his neck.

Your eyes watered as you made your way across the hallway, you passed him without looking at him, walking through your room and to your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and pouring some in it, even though you weren't actually thirsty, you just didn't want him to see you cry. You heard footsteps coming after you. "C'mon baby, don't cry, you know it didn't mean anything." He tried to reassure you as he came next to you, leaning against the kitchen counter.

His hand reached to wipe away your tear when you pushed it away and made your way out of the kitchen, sudden anger engulfing you. He scoffed at this and followed you yet again. "I don't get it why are you upset?! We both agreed on this shit, just sex, remember? Nothing more." His voice became more stern, he was getting frustrated, and you didn't care, the more he got frustrated, the angrier you became.

You turned to him "Well, I'm sorry i can't control my fucking feelings Chris, i wish i could but obviously i can't." Your voice rose as well, you were getting so mad at him, everything he did, everytime he treated you like shit, everytime he left you, came back rushing all at once. And you couldn't keep it in anymore. "I'm fucking sick of this, Chris! Sick of your bullshit! You do this every single time, you go out, get drunk and high and i don't even know what, you fuck other girls and then come back to me, because you know that i will be there for you no matter what. You know i won't turn you down, and you fucking use that shit in your advantage."

You snapped at him, all emotions coming out at once. His face fell down, but you didn't give him the opportunity to speak, you kept going. "And i know that we agreed to this, i know that it was supposed to be just sex, but i can't control how i feel. I love you, and you know it. You know it and use it for your benefit." Your voice cracks at the last two sentences, tears finally spilling down, as you quickly wip them away.

Chris opened his mouth, but no words fell out of it. He wore an shocked expression, he didn't expect your sudden outburst, but deep down, he knows he should have expected it. Before he could say anything, you interrupt him again.

"You should leave." You mumbles as you turned your back to him and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You face palmed yourself, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

"Come on, Y/N, don't do this, plea-" Chris tried to explain himself but you cut him off, yet again.

"Leave ! " You yelled out, as you finally locked gaze with him, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracked. He stood there for a couple of seconds before he slowly turned his back to you, making his face out of the room. You heard the front door shut as you immediately burst out into tears, throwing yourself on the bed and sobbing into the pillow.

should i make a part two??

The inspiration to start writing is from @lovingmattysposts . She is one of my favorite writers on this app, i love her work and am very thankful for the inspiration that i got from her.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #fwb #sturniolo triplets

[kiitoskiitos]

My copy of mutilation grindset arrived today. When I initially ordered, it was entirely because of the recent august comic and I knew nothing else of your work - I was simply moved, and suddenly I needed it.

I'm reading through the rest now, particularly the essay that begins with the Preciado quote and I'm so very grateful I've been able to read this, despite not expecting it. I hate gender - when it comes to me, personally, and my inability to align myself with it. I've always been trans, but not trans in the way I felt was expected of me, somehow incorrect. Always looking at trans people who seemed to be able to pick a side and fully commit to it, and cis people who never needed to, and finding myself wanting *that* surety but unable to take it.

I think I can be whatever I am, though. I think I'm going to stop searching for the labels that fit my gender, my sexuality, my everything.

You've helped me immensely on this random Thursday of no particular importance, slipping through my letterbox with the usual ads and flyers. I'm still a work in progress, but now I feel I actually know what I might be progressing towards.

Apologies if this is too personal for your ask box. Just know you've helped me, I don't need a response.

I'm very grateful, thank you.

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a long while because i didn't know how to word how much it means to me. thank you so much for sending this! one thing that's really important to me is to change the idea of identity only being solid and secure when labeled.

tho the increasing popularity of "queer" as an identity is a sign of progress, having no label is still often misinterpreted as questioning or not discussed at all. it took me years to finally understand that feeling connected to labeling is a subjective and not objective experience, that i propably wouldn't ever find "the right one" since to me labels in themselves felt foreign. even though just like you, i have always and will always be trans. obviously i don't think everyone should be non-label, but i've actually been a bit surprised how rare gender abolitionist etc. thinking is among queer discussion. though maybe im not looking in the right places, or interpreting these very subjective and hard to word ideas wrong. but anyways, so glad to find someone who relates to some of these thoughts, this text is very touching :,,,3 sending love <3

my life has many times been altered for the better by queer people before me, so it's very meaningful for me to see myself now take my part in the chain of information and ideas. thank you again <3 going to prolly write more about labels and why we have this craving toward them, i think it relates to western thinking, assimilation obsession and medicalisation, at least.

[f1nalboys]

Hey... Ya know what would be cool or whatever?

*Gently kicks rock with my hands in my pockets trying not to show how much I crave this*

If you'd make The Creature!Randy as a short story au yearning for Reader/Lisa... I don't know I think it be neat...Just saying.

spooky ur a GENIUS!!!!! have not stopped thinking abt this since i watched the movie and <3333333 randy is the perfect undead husband i fear to say!!! this is a little short and really just focuses on the beginning of everything, but i hope its enjoyable nonetheless!!!!

From The Grave - Randy Meeks

The Creature!Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1025

WARNINGS: post death randy, the briefest description of corpse randy, mention of roadkill, nothing too graphic tho <3, reader is around randys age when he died but no specifc age is said, inspired by lisa frankenstein <3

His grave was tucked underneath a large willow tree, the branches hanging low and wide, hiding his lone headstone. You discovered it a few months ago on a warm spring afternoon as you carefully made your way through the abandoned graveyard in Woodsboro, stepping over gnarled roots and vines. The headstone was cracked, covered in moss and dirt, but you could just barely make out some of the writing on it as you got closer, your hand swinging by your side as the leaves of the tree shaded you from the sun.

“Randy Meeks. 1978-1997.” 

He was young, like you. Alone, too, if the state of his grave was any indication. Despite passing the other graves, all in similar states of disrepair, something about this one stood out to you. Maybe it was the fact you knew nothing of him; other headstones told you that buried deep in the ground was a husband, a wife, a child, but here there was nothing. Or, maybe, it was the fact that he was of similar age to you and was hidden away like you so often felt. 

Regardless, you spent the next hour carefully scraping the moss off of the stone with your finger and, when the grime became too hard to simply push off, with your pen. You didn’t have any water or soap and as you stand, wiping your hands off onto your jeans with a pleased smile at the progress, you resolve to come back tomorrow and finish cleaning it up. Sure, no one ever came through here, and the grass was as high as your knees in some parts of the cemetery, and you swore when you turned your back to his grave you could feel someone staring at you, but you were going to finish your job here. 

And so you did. The next day, bright and early, you clean up Randy Meeks’s headstone until it sparkles in the sunlight that broke through the gaps of the leaves. But then you come back the next day, and the next, and the next. For weeks, whenever you have the chance to, you make your way through the rusted iron fence and through the thick grass to him. 

Always to him.

You eventually wear down a path to his grave, the grass around the headstone itself squashed down from your constant pacing as you talk out loud. Talking helped clear your mind, and despite no response, you felt more seen and understood by him than you ever had before. You sometimes caught yourself pausing after a sentence as if waiting for a response and everytime you swore the wind would pick up and the leaves above you would rustle his answer.

Each time you left the cemetery, you’d write off whatever you felt in the moment and resign yourself back to your lonely existence. 

And then the strange storm happened. Dark, green, swirling clouds loomed in the sky above you, but they couldn't deter you. You made your way to the cemetery, rested your head on his gravestone, fingers tracing the etching of his name, and cried. Your whispers came out quick and harsh, cut off with random gulps of air, as you told him how you just wished you and he could be together. How your life was awful, how all you wanted was to be seen and loved and be treated how you knew he would treat you. 

You wanted to join him in death since he couldn't join you in life.

There was a crack of thunder, a flash of light, and when your eyes opened you were back home. You shake it off, sure you made your way home on auto-pilot. As you stumble through your routine to get ready for bed, you pause at the sound of a groan outside. Just as you turn your head to investigate, your front window shatters and a foul smell reminiscent of the decomposing fox on the side of the road you pass by everyday wafts in. Your hand covers your mouth and nose to stop from hurling just as he crawls through your window. 

After a few laps around your house, you sit across from him in your bedroom, staring at him wearily. “Who are you?” Is the only thing you can think to ask, though it doesn’t result in much. The man keeps grunting, getting increasingly more frustrated at your lack of understanding. He’s caked in mud and god knows what else, his eyes a bright blue. He can’t talk and you can’t understand him, but you swear you know him from somewhere. You run through the list of men you know, name after name, but he shakes his head after each one, his fingers drumming on his bent knee.

Eventually you stand and give him a notebook and a pen, hoping he can write. You watch as he takes it, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him, his tongue poking out from his lips as he concentrates. Finally, he looks up and meets your eye, an intensity in them you hadn't seen before. You take the notebook and look down, gasping quietly as you read the name.

“Randy?” You ask, eyes widening slightly as you look back towards him. He nods. “My Randy? From the graveyard?” Another nod and the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen him make yet. None of it makes sense. You knew that the real Randy Meeks had been dead for years but here he was in front of you. “Could you hear me? When I spoke to you?”

He nods his head once again, reaching his large hand out for yours. You grimace slightly at the feeling of the mud and viscera on his skin but you don't pull away. Instead, you watch with a morbid curiosity as he brings your hand to his undead lips, pressing them against your hand. Your hand tingles, a lightning bolt crawling up your arm. 

It was him. He was here for you. Somehow, someway, he clawed his way out of death to find you. 

It was the most romantic thing you could think of.

#f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works #scream 1996 #scream #scream 1997 #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #the creature #lisa frankenstein inspired fic teehee

[love-is-dean]

One of many thins that's been bothering me about the show is the constant comparison between Rang's truamatic childhood and other characters'. It's been like that since Season 1, done by both the writers! and the fans and guess what? it is still being a thing even now in the second season!! And honestly that's so upsetting and unfair in all the ways considering the fact that the circumstances were never the same and Rang's tragic life, sufferings and his traumatic experinces were totally different from other characters'.

1- Comparing Rang's trauma to Jia's, saying Rang wasn't as strong as jia even tho they both grew up alone!

True that they both grow up lonely with no parents to take care of them but unlike Lee Rang, Jia was never an unwanted/ unloved child. She had this loving parents that she never gave up on even after 20years since they went missing and their love and memory was enough for her to be strong and keep fighting for them. She wasn't abused by people, beaten to death and abandoned to die while growing up. She was never a despised creature and never felt like she didn't matter or that she didn't belong. She sure never felt betrayed by people she loved and trusted. See? totally different from what Rang went through since before he was even born.

2. And now even comparing Rang's childhood to Yeon's too? Again true that Yeon's childhood weren't all love and rainbows and had this abusive father who would treat him sh*t for his fun but the thing is... even such an irresponsible asshole of a father who didn't care about his own kid never really wanted Yeon dead; didn't call him a monster and didn't treat him like a monster he should get rid of. And he left Yeon's care to Taluipa before disappearing so unlike Rang, Yeon was never really left alone on his own, helpless and defenseless to face the world's cruelty. He had Taluipa and also besties to count on. He was literally raised by powerful gods and as a kid he never felt what it was like to lose his home-like Rang did when villagers burned his home- to kill his friend-like when little Rang had to put blacky out of its misery and it damaged him so bad- and lose his only loved one in the world- Rang losing Yeon as a kid and later nearly dying by his sword- Yeon was not betrayed and abandoned by his loved ones and the most important he's a powerful full gumiho. Rang had a vulnurable human side so ofc he would feel things more intensely than a full gumiho. And the thing is what made Rang finally lash out and go wild on humans was not his shitty mother being cruel to him but the humans who just couldn't let him be. Long after Rang left the village with Yeon he was still this caring innocent child until humans burned his home and wanted to kill them all. So saying that Yeon didn't use his childhood as an excuse to go dark is unfair to Rang's character coz Rang wouldn't either if... only if... humans just let him live his life in peace and not try to kill him any chance they got. Just saying🤷‍♀️ and mind me remind you of the fact that 1938 Yeon isn't living the best life either. You know?

3. Rang vs imoogi.

Now their childhood have many similarities. both unwanted children, unloved by their parents, treated like monsters by people and left to die by their family.

I would've really liked it if the show had explored the tragic side of imoogi too coz what he went through was horrible and sure it would make fans interested in his story on why he turned out the way he was! but here's what differs his story from Rang's: unlike Rang, Imoogi never knew love. He grew up cold and bitter with no heart. Unlike Rang he never craved love or family. All he ever wanted was power and only power. There was no one who he really cared about. He even betrayed his only friend, the only person who cared about him coz he didn't like to see him happy-compare him to Lee Rang who sacrificed himself for his brother's happiness- Nothing could really hurt imoogi, he had no feelings, no emotion, no weakspot. He had no one to care about and didn't need them either. But Rang was different. He was shown love too. He knew love and so the loss, heartbreak and the feeling of betrayal too. He had a heart. A very soft one. We saw adult Rang couldn't even kick his hungry ghost mother away coz seeing her hurt him, coz probably he still cared. He was a very emotional boy with a lot of wounds but still had his heart no matter what and he gave love so much more than what he got. That's why he'd never end up being an evil like Imoogi. Not bc he had people to save him from his inner monsters. No. Imoogi had one too and he betrayed him. It's bc Rang cared. He always cared. he loved his people and they loved him back. He'd earned their love with his good heart and unlike imoogi he'd rather die than losing them and that's what makes his story different. Bc he loved even so much more than he was loved and that's his strength. If anything he's been so strong, struggling for hundreds of years alone and surviving the unkind world that had nothing for him but endless pain, loneliness and nothingness. All of it while he was just a broken lonely boy ignored by his loved ones and hated by the world who he really never felt like belong to and yet he still kept his heart and love and at the end he was the one who suffered to give everyone a happy ending at the expense of his own life and happiness! Lee Rang, The one who suffered the most... and deserved happiness more than anyone but never got it! Words can not explain how unjust, unfair and cruel that ending was! He deserved so much better.

#I don't think I'm finished yet #like this is so unfair #baby fox just went through so much #and suffered his whole life #he deserved so much better #and deserved his happy ending with his family #lets protect baby fox at all costs #lee rang deserved better #baby fox #lee rang #Yi Rang #gumiho #the tale of a gumiho #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #tale of the nine tailed #totnt 1938 #totnt #lee yeon #imoogi #nam ji ah #tvn #kdrama

[crappy-lei]

this book, i mean this goddamn book.

i was reading "a little life" from the time i was feeling isolated and also not feeling anything actually. i truly underestimated and expected this book to be awful, considering it was 'overrated/hyped'. i was casually skimming til i finished the chapter one first section of the book, eventually i wanted to stop because it was just that good and i don't feel like ending it too soon. i thought about how i wanted to linger on this book as long as i can, if it meant reading and sticking around with these lovely sad characters and their not-so-little stories—to somewhow arouse a feeling in me and it feels like spending time with this book were like choosing to remain yourself on a complex relationship and as well as it feels like having a deep friendship and creating an intense connection or intimacy with someone close from home that you've been longing to love or idk.

this extremely weird attachment i'd developed within this book, i think t'was the sense of comfort and relief that i'm unconsciously relying on even tho i'm simultaneously perceiving the subtle joy and pain from the sadness itself.

and that's when i decided to read another book (daisy jones and the six which i unexpectedly hated it & the seven husbands of evelyn hugo like wow it was so good) that would kill my time by idle reading that would alter and forget this current novel i'm reading in order to reread again the first chapter and cost my time to restore those wholesome feelings that would feel like the first time. yeah i'm that desperate twat that would do everything to relive the nostalgia sensation. i've repeatedly visited the two chapters thrice and third chapter twice. still can't get over how disturbed and anxious i was that night when i was reading the half of chapter three - third section.

this is the kind of story you are expected to encounter all the saddest and traumatic moments so painfully numb to the point you won't cry for it which tears are solely reserved for the happy moments you'd wished for granted. crying for the small things is much more agonizing.

slowburn stories will always be my favorite and this one really tested my patience to the fullest. i mean it took 512 pages to see the characters finally- haha

page 690 u crushed my heart and it felt like its about to burst.

"dear comrade" wtf then "lispenard street' i've never ever brought some tissues while reading—in my entire experience. literally got nothing to say and i'm not even exaggerating.

feeling overwhelmed everytime i continue to read the remaining chapters, it was like this book was a reminder of my rigid life: constant pressures, collections of what-if's, things i should've and could've done while i'm still young and figuring shit out and sieze the youth energy in me but really at this age i'm already filled with solemn regrets in the sense of nostalgia, and again it feels like i'm having parallel feelings and visions of myself when i turn 30 and this story will be destined to mine. it is truly difficult to read but it has this little comfort i'm craving for myself or from someone i've been pining to attain but couldn't and this book provided the lack of emotions, social connections, and more specially this intense detachement i've been experiencing.

all i could think about is jb, mal, andy, harold, and mainly jude and willem. feels like the book is still not over yet, felt like their stories are still running in my head and i wanted to keep and them and feel their presence as long as i wanted and i'd cry for them but at this point i'm dead inside and i missed them already.

it's been 24hrs since i've finished the book and i still think about them. i tried to sleep the sadness off but still i was dreaming about them. i can't get them off my mind, i'm trying to put into words to somehow point out the aftereffects so that i could deal something regarding to this shitty feeling but til now i couldn't describe everything i'm feeling. it's not the trauma that stays with me, it's the characters in the story. albeit they're fictional but they were like my friends already; given the short time i've spent with them felt like years. they are so alive in my mind even though some of them actually died in the story but idk it is just weird that i'm a college dropout yet it seemed likw i was having the best college experience i've never had while i was reading and since i've reached the end, it left me feeling empty with all those years i've endured and suffered with jude, harold, willem, jb, andy, mal and even julia were already gone and now it seemed like i'm entering my 30's still lost like how lost i was in my 20's but the difference is this is the real adulting phase, a life not existing in a book without them and i could never ever restore those friendships again, i could never have those people; that kind of bond; that sense of belongingness and connection were eventually aging. it haunts me everytime considering that it really reflects the reality i'm living in. ever since i've finished the book, i'm not prepared to go back and be in the present and let the current life happens to me. all the emotions becoming resonant, echoing its sadnesses and peaknesses of life. but now i wanted to reel in for the company of the lows not with the highs and let them feel through my insides until it becomes fortitude as jude said at some point in his darkest moments. i really missed them and my friends from home. it is fucked up when u realized you are more alone than you think it was. i wish i could have something like them the four of them.

#book photography #books #book review #books and reading #a little life #hanya yanagihara #jude st. francis #jude st francis #willem ragnarsson #lispenard street #jude and willem #sad books #trauma #harold #malcom irvine #jb marion #bookworm #bookish #bookstagram #bookaddict #book quotes #harold stein #english literature #friends #friendship #boys #boy best friend

[waterfallofspace]

Mmm I said no more reqs but imma ask again for those prompts for whenever you feel like it and have nothing else to do hehe. Can you do Hunting Dogs again for 👃, 😩 & 🤒? No pressure tho! Love your writing<3

Hello haha~ I've seen the requests, and I will be getting to them, but in the meantime things like this are easy time-wasters so I'd be happy to~ Thanks for the ask!! (under cut again because looong <3)

~~ Key ~~ 👃: In general, how sensitive is their nose? Can something like a certain flower or smell make them sneeze even if they’re not allergic to it? Do they sneeze a lot on average, or not very much? Does their nose twitch a lot, or barely ever at all? 😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause? 🤒: How often do they get sick? What kinds of illnesses do they tend to get most often? Colds, flu, sinus infections, stomach viruses?

Fukuchi: 👃 Not very sensitive. He's not a very sneezy person, unless he's in the midst of an actual attack. Though, I do think he has fairly 1 - 2 sneezes per day, just randomly, which scares the life outta people around him~ 😩 Naturally just once, though if he's in the midst of an allergy fit he'll get a bunch, but usually spread out. (If he's sick the same applies.) 🤒 Not super often, unless you count hangovers. Though, when he does, it usually hits him hard. Think a cold that turns rapidly into a sinus / chest infection.

Tetchou: 👃 Pretty mildly sensitive. Strong scents can get him even if he's not allergic, and spicy things also do it. Though generally, he's pretty unbothered by it, just a few sneezes and watery eyes. He gets a good 1 fit per day usually, nothing too severe though. (And absolute nose twitcher. He does NOT blow his nose often at all, and it annoys Jouno so much~) 😩 He's the type that if he sneezes once, it's gonna be a fit. Usually about 6 average in the fit, though sometimes it's more if it's a bad tickle. Basically the same if he's sick. 🤒 Yes. He gets sick quite often, though usually it's just mild colds and he'll work through them. (A lot of the time he does work himself into a worse cold or infection though~)

Tachihara: 👃 Surprisingly, not sensitive. He just has a lot of mild allergies, but most things don't actually get to him. If it weren't for allergies, he'd not sneeze for weeks on end, but with them, usually 1 - 3 quick bursts of 3 or 4. (does twitch his nose a lot trying not to sneeze. It never works &lt;3) 😩 Generally in sets of 3 - 4. This might mean 6 - 8 if it's two sets. He can have the occasional pattern break, but it's rare, only if he's sick or in the middle of a bad fit. When sick the sneezes are random, and he hates not being able to predict how many there will be. 🤒 Flu boy <3 bad fevers, exhaustion, mild cold symptoms (bc well... i want it <3 haha~) but he's also prone to getting sinus infections from stifling/holding back when in the midst of a cold.

Jouno: 👃 Deeply deeply sensitive. Since it's so heightened, and he relies on it so much, it's become so attuned to scents. For him strong scents are hell, but what's worse is when there's many different scents. And anything particularly spicy, or floral. It's not unusual to catch Jouno in the midst of a sneezing fit.

😩 Multiple times. Many many many times. A fit every single time, his nose is irritated easily, and with his smaller sneezes, it doesn't get the relief it craves from just a few sneezes. When he's sick he actually sneezes less though. Being so stuffed up gives him a little break from constantly getting irritated by scents. <3

🤒 Not a lot, but when he does it's usually a cold that merges into the flu. Not super prone to infections, though he is prone to headaches, especially since being sick throws off his abilities to do anything so drastically, and usually leads to a bit of anxiety/exhaustion.

#waterfallasks #waterfall snzcanons #thank you for the askss~!! #i hadn't thought a TON about the hunting dogs before this so #i'm having a really fun time diving more into them!! #hopefully these fit their personalities haha 😭 #I'm still pretty new to them <3 #(also j/ouno is... hes my guy... him and t/etchou i adore the more i see them~)

[redoqs]

i'm in a donna mood bestie, so how much of a freak do you think she is? i think she literally has zero experience BUT she's smart enough to learn quickly ..... i don't think she would like super rough stuff, but i'm looking at some edging + overstimulation + praise kink. also bottom!donna agenda rise !!!

I actually saw this way early this morning but I saved it for later tonight because I wanted to get the Donna smut out first

NSFW under the cut

Look, now you’re right! My girl Donna has no experience, none. But she is curious. You know she’s read a ton of books on the subject of sex, proper techniques, etc. So she has an idea of how it works in theory but practice? Mmmmmm nah.

Like most people, she has an idea of what she’s into. There’s some things she knows she wouldn’t like: impact play, cnc, anything rough in general. Now, idk why but I feel like Donna is someone who finishes fast but that’s okay because she has stamina and refractory period? What’s that? Since she comes so fast, edging is one of her favorite things to do and her partner…her partner loves to exploit that. They’re more than happy to edge Donna 10+ times and they’ll consider letting her come, maybe, if she can beg pretty enough for it. Edging works out for Donna: she gets to enjoy being with you longer, enjoy feeling you inside of her, enjoy begging for you and knowing that she’s absolutely wanted…yup, yeah, she loves edging. This goes hand in hand with overstimulation. She loves that shit, craves that shit. She has a limit with the overstimulation tho, it can only go so long until it grows to be uncomfortable but lord she’s so into you milking her orgasm and making her fall over the edge over and over and over against until her legs are spasming and she has to push your hand away.

That being said…begging. In my mind, she’s never been all that vocal, even when she’s touching herself she tries her hardest to stay quiet, only like the smallest of moans and whimpers actually escaping her. Now imagine when she has sex with reader for the first time and lets pretend reader has a thing for begging because they just do in this scenario. I feel like begging would be something that Donna would have to slowly work towards because she’s just afraid of being loud but as she grows to trust you more and love you then she’s gonna let go and holy shit she’s gonna let out the prettiest moans, gasps and groans you’ve ever heard and when she begs for more, for you to let her come after being so good for you…🥜

Praise? Oh yeah you know that Donna has the biggest, and I mean the biggest, praise kink in the world. It’s actually something she needs, not just wants. Years of isolation and loneliness had lead her to believe that she is unwanted and never good enough and she does need constant reassurance. This is normal day to day activities but in the bed room, that shit increase because the setting is so much more intense, so much more emotional. It also explains why she has a hard time giving because she afraid of not living up to your expectations. So when you two have sex, it’s always the most general, loving experience for both of you, especially Donna. She loves when you tell her how good she feel when you push your fingers inside of her, how warm and wet she got because of your attention and love. She loves hearing how well she’s taking you, how she was practically made for you…but it’s that much more intense when she ends up giving. She loves when you’re vocal and when you praise her for her work. Donna…fuck, your tongue feels so good on me like this…don’t stop baby, you’re doing so well, you’re such a good girl…and praise is enough to make her come around nothing, not even any stimulation present for her because she loves it just that much.

But can you imagine when y’all start delving into kink territory? Oh lord Lemme tell you something, it’ll take a very long while for Donna but once she gets there she’s ahhhhhh gonna be into a few things

Marking. This woman is so into marking I can’t even properly tell you. She wants you to leave marks on her in places that would only ever be visible to you: her collarbones, her breasts, her inner thighs…she loves being marked, loves knowing that you’re the only person that can make her feel like that, the only person that she would ever want to make her feel like this. She also enjoys the few marks that are left on her neck as well, she’d never complain about a mark or two decorating her skin right there, she can always leave her veil on and hide if should she need to.

Now here’s something I’m sure she would try: bondage, very light bondage. It would start with her having her hands pinned down by you and she would realize just how much she enjoys this, giving up her control and allowing you to lead the way. All her life Donna has always felt out of control unwillingly. Here, with you, she felt safe, like she didn’t have to worry about losing control because you’ll always be there to bring her back in. That’s why she allows this to escalate from hand pinning to hand typing, her arms bound to the bedposts, tight enough to immobilize her but not tight enough for her to be unable to break free should she need to. But she wouldn’t need to, wouldn’t want to anyway, not with the way that you’re looking at her like you can’t wait to devour her slowly in the best possible way

Yeah this is getting long but I got one more kink that I think she would like, just one more: mutual masturbation, is that even a kink? Idk but listen! Hear me out! Intimacy isn’t always about sex, hell it isn’t even always about fucking at all. In Donna’s case, when you two aren’t touching each other, she enjoys watching you touch yourself in front of her, not because of how arousing the sight it, though that does play a factor, it’s also about just how much she loves that you trust her enough to do this in front of her and even more, she is overjoyed with how much she trusts you to share this private, intimate moment with her. The sounds the two of you are making as you enjoy each other’s company, Donna would get off more to the implication of what it means than the actual act itself.

Bottom Donna is top tier! I love all versions of Donna but bottom will always be my personal favorite! I love her so much and I’m so sorry about how unnecessarily long this got💀💀💀

#anyway how y’all doin #so much Donna content from me tonight #donna beneviento #redoqs rambles #resident evil 8

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Absolutely love the vamp au idea!!!!

Sooo ideas!

What does Tommy borrow to eat when he gets to their house? I assume he atleast has water, but he eventually has to notice that these people got nothing, probs feels bad for them😂

I feel like borrowers won't know about myths and stuff, so how do they rationalize the weird stuff?

Hmmm maybe borrowers sjnce they're also unkown, being a type of myth kinda, have like a unique taste or smell, and thats why Wilbur doesn't immediately kill Tommy, since he's something different?

Hmmmmmm if you wanna include noms maaayybbbbeee🙃 they can 'feed' from borrowers in their stomach/storage/whatever word ya wanna use, since their Teeth would literally impale them😂😬

I don't know how angsty you wanna be or what direction ya wanna go, so these are ideas I've seen in other noms stuff and some I've though about, feel free to use what you want😁

i would've answered this earlier but when i was abt 3/4 of the way through this i accidentally closed the tab and declined the warning and lost it all 😭

anyways :'D

thank youuu i'm also rlly enjoying it so far!

i haven't thought about this much, but you do bring up a good question !! tommy primarily borrows fruit, which is one of the only things in the house because wilbur and phil are both fruit bats and whenever they use their bat forms they get cravings for the stuff their breeds eat,,

and also following onto that, after wilbur starts visiting tommy more often, he often gradually gets more snacky items

yep...water... :)

tommy does not have water.

clean water, at least. i'm trying to follow along some common vampire mythis and according to european folklore it's said that because water can typically be so clean and unlikely or carry disease or anything along the lines of that, it is considered "holy" and therefore vampires cannot cross paths with it. so the water in their house as purposefully been made muggy and even then it's rarely used. but of course, also like the food, once the vamps get more comfortable with tommy they'll buy it for him.

yess tommy has absolutely no idea why these idiot humans have a disturbingly low stock of food, disgusting water and a strangely high tolerance for pain! he doesn't learn what they are until much later, and for one reason i've been bugging to talk about: misinterpretation. tommy saw their fangs early on and gets very antsy around them and he always brings it up when he's riled up and scared, which leads them to believe that tommy is afraid of them turning him, while tommy is actually very much just afraid of them killing and eating him.

(update, picking this up out of my drafts bc i randomly remembered it existed! sorry for the wait :'D)

ohh i haven't thought of it that way before! my initial idea for the dynamic between tommy & wilbur was to have wil want to visit tommy just once to see what his deal is and hopefully find a way to get him out, because although he's the pretty much the nicest of the bunch (from an outside perspective), he's a vampire and has his territories just as the others do.

anyways what turns into a one-time-only thing develops slowly into a friendship type thing, where wilbur will show up and just let tommy talk to him, and he listens. anyways i like the odd scent/being idea so for the hell of it, another thing that drew wil to investigate tommy was the fact that he was far different than anything he'd ever seen before. essentially just a small human, which he'd frankly never heard of.

hmm i think i'm gonna see how long i can go without adding noms. going down my au list, i think at least every one has noms in them at somepoint. so let's have a nom-free au for now :]

but that idea is really cool tho :00

mm i think primarily pretty neutral, not too fluffy and not to angsty. ty for all the questions, the worldbuilding is very helpful! <3

#brickquiries #graci brickling #graci my beloved !! #unnamed vampire au #cw vore implication/mention

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

MC,Jessy and Richy had a great night drinking laughing which MC thought she wouldn't be able too do. Thanks too her amazing friends she was able too have a good time. The next morning MC woke up she picked up her phone too check for any new messages but nothing. Her heart broke she wanted and needed Jake so badly she craved his touch. She fell back onto the bed and curled up the tears fell she hated Jake for what he had done. But at the same time she loved him so much and would do anything too get him back.

MC started too calm down getting up from the bed, Jessy was already up she was busy making coffee.

Jessy: hey, how did you sleep?

MC: I slept okay, I still miss him so much

Jessy: I know you do, everything will be okay stay for as long as you need

MC: thanks Jessy, you are so kind

Jessy: no need for thanks, coffee is ready how does pancakes sound for breakfast?

MC: that sounds great, where's Richy?

Jessy: he's already gone too work he'll be back later, I thought we could go shopping later maybe meet up with the others if your ready?

MC: I guess I have too face them at some point, shopping first tho and then too the aroura for a strong drink

They both finished their coffees and breakfast,MC too a shower and changed into a pair of black ripped jeans with a dark red t-shirt. She put on some make up leaving her hair down, once she had finished she put on her favourite heeled boots and leather jacket. Jessy and MC headed out and did some shopping, on the way back they stopped by the junkyard too see Richy. He had just finished repairing an oil leak and was done for the day. Business was really good since TT had shut down which was a great relief too Richy.

Richy: looks like you two have had fun

MC: it was a welcome change are you coming too the aroura?

Richy: of course it is Saturday after all

Jessy: let's head back drop the bags off then we can head too the bar.

Richy drove them back as they arrived by cab, once they got back MC freshened up her makeup and changed into her new dress. It was a strapless black dress with a slit up the side, she pulled out her new dark red heels and was ready too go. Jessy was wearing a strapped light blue dress with matching heels. Richy just had some jeans and a shirt on, once everyone was ready the taxi just had arrived.

They arrived at the aroura just before it started getting busy, MC went too the bar while Jessy and Richy grabbed a table. When Phil looked up he nearly dropped a bottle of vodka on the floor. Shocked too see MC standing at his bar he went over too her.

Phil: MC? Is that you?

MC: hey Phil, how are you?

Phil: am fine, but what are you doing here? I thought that...

MC: long story short the bastard left me in an abandoned wearhouse in the middle of the night.

Phil: what a jerk, I can't believe he did that too you

MC: don't worry about it, am here too have some fun and get drunk

Phil: first round is on me, I'll bring them over for you

MC: why thank you kind gentleman

MC turned too walk back too her seat she could feel Phil's eyes watching her as she walked away, Phil brought the drinks over giving MC a wink as he left. The drinks where flowing the music was playing and the 3 friends where having an amazing time. MC was dancing on the dance floor too all the songs flirting with any man that came over too her. She was having such a great time she looked up and saw the others come in. Rushing over too them she gave Dan a big hug and dragged him over too th bar too get him that whiskey.

Cleo: Jessy, what's happened? Why's MC here I thought she was with Jake

Jessy: she was until she wasn't he left her in the middle of the night in an abandoned wearhouse.

Lilly: he did what? I can't believe he would ever do that, is MC okay?

Richy: she will be in time, with all of us around her she's got this

Back at the bar Dan was looking at MC with that I told you so look but when she explained what had happened the look disappeared and changed too concern. He ordered two more whiskey's and they went too sit down.

Hannah: MC, I'm sorry about what happened

MC: look, you don't have too be I just want too have a good time tonight and tomorrow we can talk yeah?

Hannah: okay I'll hold you too that

MC downed her whiskey and went back out on the dance floor, she was having such wnw amazing time. For once she felt like she could actually get through this she felt a smile spread across her face. A hand touched her on her shoulder spinning round she saw Phil. MC wrapped her arms around his neck and danced around him she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

MC: how about we meet up tomorrow? You still own me that date

Phil: tell you what, you message me in the morning and if you still want too my answer will be yes.

MC: you better get your thinking cap on then

MC winked at him before heading back over too the table too grab her drink, sitting back down she let her self relax after all the dancing.

Dan: so you going too tell us what happens now?

MC: what do you mean?

Dan: hackerman, he's out there somewhere I need too kick his ass

MC: well good luck with that even I don't know where the hell he is

Cleo: Dan, I don't think now is the time or place

Thomas: Cleo's right, let's just leave it for now

Dan: what the hell? I'm going getting another drink

As the night went on everyone was having a great time, MC was talking too Hannah when her phone buzzed taking it out of her purse she saw a message that she had hoped of getting but in this moment she didn't want.

Jake: MC I am so sorry, please forgive me

MC: go too hell Jake, after what you did I will never trust you again leave me alone.

Jake: I get that you are angry but can we please talk?

MC: why so you can leave me again! I already told you leave me alone

Throwing her phone back into her purse she got up and went over too the bar and ordered a large whiskey. As the night was drawing too a close MC had passed out in one of the booths. Jessy still had her arms wrapped around Richy dancing Phil let them hang behind until their taxi turned up.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #i love you jake #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #he loves me #duskwood jessy #duskwood richy #duskwood dan #duskwood phil #duskwood cleo #duskwood hannah #duskwood lilly #duskwood thomas #where did you go